They have reached the second floor of the headquarters , and the cold, expressionless Ciana keeps on telling Vandezo to sign the papers as she walk along side with him.
"I have always tried to understand what other beings were thinking, however, I do not mind you acting this way publicly with me and in front of my assitant."
"She clearly does not think, at all." The assistant said, not loud , not silent , just a moderate tone. She did not mind hearing that phrase from an assistant. She already heard a lot of worse words than those phrases.
"Even if this small act from you hurts me, a moment like this--it will become a very precious memory to me." Ciana stopped and grabbed the rest of the papers that were on Vandezos' assistant left hand. Forgetting that one of her hand got injured.
"Ah!--ouch!" She accidentally jerked off the papers which cause them to scatter on the floor.
